Green Grow the Rushes, Oh!
Found in Folk Songs by Master Composers
There's naught but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man
If it were not for the lasses, O?
Chorus:
Green grow the rushes, O!
Green grow the rushes, O!
The sweetest hour that ever I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O!
The worldly race may riches chase,
And riches still may fly them, O;
An though at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
(Chorus)
But gie me a quiet hour at even,
My arms around my dearie, O;
An' worldly cares, and worldly men,
May all go topsy-turvy, O;
(Chorus)
For you sober fool, ye sneer at this,
Ye're naught but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the worl' saw
He dearly loved the lasses, O!
(Chorus)
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her 'prentice hand she tried on man,
An then she made the lasses, O.
(Chorus)
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